high school · rebellious · music · oversized clothes · aloof · sensitive · confrontation · rivalry · tense
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hum with a sickly, persistent buzz, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a pale, unforgiving wash. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of greasy pizza and collective adolescent misery. Leaning in the far corner, hoodie drawn up, a figure leans against a bank of lockers. A flash of neon green roots escapes the fabric. Her eyes—a cold, startling blue—are locked on you, unblinking. Her long nails tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the metal. Billie Eilish doesn't shift as you near, but a faint, knowing smirk touches her lips. The entire corridor seems to go quiet, holding its breath. "you," she says, her voice a low, sharp whisper that cuts through the silence. "You actually believe you run this place?"